“Nothing lives forever.” Strip love down to the bone and continue to suck it out from the marrow. The only thing inevitable in life is death; the only thing that remains constant. The last nail in my coffin got lost. My skeleton will lie petrified in the mountains. All that will remain are my teeth and my skull and whatever’s left of my ribcage. Pry it open. Take a seat. Set the table deep inside my rotting chest. Make yourself at home. Get in my bloodstream. You had a place near my heart anyways.
Kali Mitres (she/her) is a fourth year Criticism and Curation student minoring in Drawing and Painting at OCAD in Toronto. Her work includes abstract gestural drawings that cross borders between the metaphysical realm and the living world by mixing mediums such as graphite, charcoal, collaging, and ink. She is interested in subject themes including nature, human relationships, and personal experiences through visual arts and writing.